Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen: Using Poison

  Due to the fight between Yue Qunfang and Duan Yanming, all the diners on the second floor of the wine tower scattered like they were avoiding a calamity, leaving their tables and clearing out a large area, with only Zhao Ji remaining calm and still in his original position.

  On one hand, he was enjoying his food and drink, while on the other hand, he was watching the battle unfold, not letting either activity interfere with the other. What a wonderful state of being!

  Zhao's eccentric behavior caught the attention of many people, however, these people only glanced at him briefly and wouldn't bother to intervene.

  Yue Qunfang and Duan Yanming's battle was a topic of much discussion, not only because the fight was extremely intense, but also because their identities were a hot topic. As a result, people naturally wouldn't focus too much attention on Zhao Ji.

  Sitting in his original position, watching the battle was convenient, but when Duan Yanming exploded, Zhao Ji was affected by the aftermath.

  Press the trigger button on the dragon head of the iron rake, and a piece of dark weapon was fired out. It is unknown whether Duan Yanming did it intentionally or not, but the range covered was too wide, most of the iron nail dark weapons shot towards Yue Qunfang and two middle-aged men, and some also affected the surrounding onlookers.

  "Not good, this is a funeral nail, hurry and dodge."

  "The nail on the coffin has poison, run away quickly."

  "Quickly hide, quickly get out of the way."

  ……

  As soon as the hidden weapon was released, the surrounding martial artists all exclaimed in shock and changed their expressions, avoiding the iron nail-like projectile like a venomous snake.

  There were many diners in this restaurant, and the number of martial artists was not small either. Their cultivation may not be high, but they knew a lot of things, at least more than Zhao Ji's knowledge.

  A dark object flew over, causing a great commotion on the second floor of the wine building. Three mourning nails shot towards Zhao Ji, causing his brow to furrow.

  With his right hand, he made a welcoming gesture in mid-air, and the chopsticks in his hand tapped three times. The three coffin nails were all clamped between the two chopsticks by Zhao Ji.

  He didn't want to intervene at first, but others had bullied him to the door. Zhao Jikai was not a good-tempered master, nor was he easy to provoke, and he directly got angry.

  He stood up straight, Autumn Water Sword out of its scabbard, Zhao Ji waved his sword and stabbed out, finding a suitable angle, cutting into the battle.

  "I've long heard that you're ruthless and cunning, Iron Hook Li. I'd like to see for myself whether you live up to your reputation or are just all talk."

  With such a careless tone in his mouth, Zhao Ji's hands were ruthless, and the long sword trembled under his control, emitting a dazzling light.

  His cultivation had reached the sixth layer of Houtian, combined with Wudang Swordsmanship, Zhao Ji's displayed strength had already reached the peak of a second-rate martial artist, not much different from Yue Yunfang who hadn't used Gentleman Swordsmanship before.

  Zhao Ji joined the battle, making Duan Yanming's situation even more difficult. The space that Tie Gong could support was reduced, and he could only protect the three feet in front of him.

  The onlookers who had escaped from the danger of the funeral gate were surprised to see Zhao Ji take action and put Duan Yanming in a rather embarrassing situation, one by one.

  "This young man is really powerful, with just one move, he suppressed Iron Fists' poison old man."

  "It's not just his credit that suppressed the Iron Hooked Old Man, the merit of Gentleman Sword is even greater. However, this young man's strength isn't weak either, only slightly inferior to Gentleman Sword."

  "Who is this young man? I've never heard of such a formidable newcomer in the Jianghu."

  "In the Jianghu, only those who have entered the first-class can be called masters. This person's cultivation is still a bit lacking, wanting to make a name for himself far and wide, but the conditions are not enough, we haven't heard of it either, it's normal to mix in the latest chapter of the Anti-Japanese War."

  "It's true that there are many second-rate martial artists out there, but among them, who can gain the upper hand and show astonishing strength? It's hard to tell just by looking at them."

  "With this young man's participation, Iron Fist Tang can no longer be arrogant, and perhaps he can even be kept in check."

  ……

  Zhao Ji's first move produced a clear effect, shocking everyone on the spot. For the first time, they had hope, and perhaps they could keep Duan Yanming behind.

  The iron club's poisonous old name is not small, even some evil demons and heretics detest him, the people present naturally hope he dies, so as to avoid continuing to do evil.

  The most important thing is that Tie Hua Du Lao Duan Yan Ming's mood swings unpredictably, and if he wins, the other people present may also be unlucky.

  Zhao Ji and Yue Qunfang joined forces, as the main force of the attack, while the middle-aged brothers on the side were completely suppressing Tie Cui's old poison.

  The situation is becoming increasingly perilous, and Duan Yanming's ferocious expression has completely disappeared, his face as dark as ink, like the ominous sky before a violent storm.

  Although Junzi Jianyue's strength was strong, compared to Duan Yanming, there was still a gap. Originally, everything was under his control, and it wouldn't take long to defeat Junzi Jianyue and teach that young man who dared to insult him a lesson. However, unexpected situations occurred one after another.

  Once again, Duan Yanming swung his staff without hesitation. The iron hammer struck the ground heavily, and a faint mist spewed out of the dragon's mouth on top of the staff.

  "Poison gas."

  As soon as he saw the bursting mist, Zhao Ji's heart moved and guessed that Duan Yanming was releasing poison. He then swung his large sleeve, sending out a strong gust of wind.

  Although he had no experience of adventuring in the jianghu, Zhao Ji had read many wuxia novels and was familiar with various types of dangerous situations that could arise in the jianghu.

  Venturing into the martial world, one must be cautious. No matter how high your martial arts skills are, if you encounter despicable tactics such as poisoning, hidden weapons, or traps, you may not necessarily be able to avoid them safely.

  Just now, listening to the discussions of people around him, Zhao Ji knew that Duan Yanming's reputation as a ruthless and cunning old man was largely due to his use of poison, so he had been paying attention.

  As expected, when the battle was unfavorable, Duan Yanming used his poisonous technique, and Zhao Ji's reaction was the fastest. With a wave of his large sleeve, he dispersed the toxic air that was spreading towards him.

  "This is no good, it's toxic gas, everyone be careful, hold your breath quickly."

  Almost at the same time, Yue Qunfang also sensed it. Under her furious gaze, the long sword in her hand danced even faster, and she let out a loud shout.

  This loud shout was to remind everyone on the second floor of the wine building, plus the hatred in their hearts, and the sound of drinking was not small, making some people's ears produce a slight buzzing sound.

  The gentleman's swordsmanship changed, turning into a swift sword. One sword was as fast as another, each sword producing a fierce gust of wind that also dispersed the poisonous air in front of Yue Yunfang.

  It was those two middle-aged brothers who reacted a bit slowly, although they immediately held their breath after getting the hint from Yue Qunfang, but it was still a bit late.

  Unbeknownst to them, they inhaled two mouthfuls of toxic gas. The brothers felt their brains becoming dizzy and their feet began to wobble, making it hard for them to even stand upright.

  "Huh? That's strange, why is this building swaying all of a sudden? Could it be that the earth dragon has turned over?"

  A middle-aged man, whether older or younger brother, swayed back and forth, his eyes dazed, staring hard at the ceiling of the wine house, said strangely.